Lunchtime!

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg casually strolled across the hallways of the academy. After looking at the map a few times, he finally decided to head for the cafeteria. It was lunch time, so pretty much everyone else was also heading for the cafeteria. Once Oleg entered the cafeteria, he immidietly joined the line. Today's food was... Potato mash, some sausages and some hot sauce. He licked his lips, piling lots of the mash onto his plate, dropping three large sausages into the mash, and coating most of it in the sauce as he then filled his glass with some moo-moo milk. He then headed for one of the empty tables, sitting down as he begun to eat.

[Seria Floria]

Oh, is it that time of the day already? Seria scratched her head as she realized it was already lunch time. On the side, Seria had been reading her mother's diary of her travails throughout the Pokemon world, detailing the various sights that she had seen prior to Seria's conception, and thus she had completely lost track of the time. She had managed to make her way to the cafeteria after some time, and lo' and behold, the lunch line was as frantic as it could possibly be. Once it was her turn (after a while, her stomach began to rumble), she discovered that the viand du jour was sausage. Accompanied by some mashed potatoes. Seria wasn't such a fan, but she got the minimum servings allotted per student, which was generous enough, but Seria wasn't looking for much to start with.

She applied a minimal amount of condiment before getting some of the milk beverage (Was that Moo-Moo Milk?) and making her way to a table. Well, she would have made a way to a table on her own if she hadn't putzed around with the diary she was still holding under the tray of lunch. Without much consideration, Seria had placed her tray on one of the tables right by where she was, and picked up her book. When she fidgeted and looked to where she left her tray, she noticed she accidentally left her tray on a table that was already occupied by a bespectacled student around her age with messy blonde hair and a nose that rather stood out.

"Um... Sorry, excuse me, I dropped my diary, so I left my tray on your table... Maybe I can sit with you so it's not awkward?" Seria squeaked out softly.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg raised his eyebrow as the tray was placed on the table, raising his eyes from his food. "Um... Sorry, excuse me, I dropped my diary, so I left my tray on your table... Maybe I can sit with you so it's not awkward?" was squeaked out. He blinked a few times before nodding. "Feel free to." He then returned to his food, not really paying much attention to the world around him. He finally lifted his head from the food. Might as well not be rude and atleast try to strike some form of a conversation.

"So, your uniform color hints you're from... Hmm... Nature, yes?" He tilted his head slightly, scratching his chin in thought. Yes, he remembered it a bit more clearly now. He had spent a lot of time studying on the different dorms before making his decision on which one to sign up on. Nature was one of his first choices, but was later knocked down due to his interest in the bolt dorm.

[Seria Floria]

As Seria sat down after nodding in appreciation of the boy's acceptance to let her sit, she realized he had not struck up conversation in some time, and this reminded Seria a little bit of herself, more often than not too absorbed in her own world and fantasies to notice the real world that existed around her. Eventually, the boy finally decided to say something, taking note of Seria's pink uniform and mentioning that she was from the Nature dorms. For a second, Seria simply blinked before suddenly nodding a bit frantically. "Oh, yes... I'm from Nature. I like to believe I'm in tune with nature a lot, and it helps me to think more easily about the things I dream about most... Mhm. I suppose you are from... Bolt, if I am not mistaken? I do hope I don't have my colors wrong..." Seria tried to respond as politely as she could, as she was eating, for the boy's conversation starter once again snapped her out of a reverie, as this time she thought about the 3 material titans, the Regis.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Oh, yes... I'm from Nature. I like to believe I'm in tune with nature a lot, and it helps me to think more easily about the things I dream about most... Mhm. I suppose you are from... Bolt, if I am not mistaken? I do hope I don't have my colors wrong..." Oleg grew a small smirk, nodding his head. "You got it right. I think I'm the only male in the Bolts as well, at the moment. I did not see anyone near the part of the dorm where I lived, anyways." He shrugged his shoulders, chewing on his second sausage, following that with some potato mash.

"So, what brought you to the academy?"

[Seria Floria]

Seria blinked again and eked out a slight smile as she nodded to the affirmation of what she said. Though, she tilted her head as he then followed it up with saying that he was pretty much the only guy he knew at the Bolt dorms. Well then. Then again, maybe he just missed them. It would be really weird if he were the only guy around. Anyway, he then asked Seria why she decided to go to the academy. "Why did I come here? Hmm... Well, I want to be able to discover what it means to be a trainer, so I can go out there and chase my dream to see a legendary Pokemon... since I was young, I learned about all the great stories about them, and their amazing powers and blessings which they gave to this world. I wanna meet one! But we all have to take the first step to reach our goal, right? This is that first step, for me!" Seria nodded to herself.

"So... Uh, how about you?"

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg nodded in slight approval to the girl's explanation on why she came to the academy. Oleg then stroked his small morning shade once more before answering the girls counter question. "Well, I had a pokemon before I came here. Sableye, we were great friends. But I had some troubles taking care of him, and my school time cut from that even more, and he just dissapeared one time. It led me to a... Well, I'll be honest, time of being in the gutter in my room for a few weeks. Then I got this smart idea. "Hey, why not become a better trainer so I can take care of my pokemon!". That's how I eventually enrolled here."

Oleg sipped some of his milk, stuffing himself with more potato mash and following it with a half of the final sausage.

[Seria Floria]

Seria nodded, trying to pay close attention to his words - it looks like he had a Pokemon in the past, but failed to take care of it well and so it disobeyed him and ran away on his own? Well, her parents were Pokemon trainers, so she sorta saw how important it was to have a bond with them, so she could sort of understand where he was coming from, but not entirely, but this was probably because of the nature of her own desires to see the world for its own mysteries and wonders (the Legendary Pokemon) vis-a-vis the desire to become a Champion or a 'better trainer.' However, she could at least respect that much.

"Well, I do wish us luck, then... And... um, I almost forgot! To introduce myself. Well, I'm Seria Floria. It's nice to meet you." she simply said as she took a swig of her own milk after barely finishing her first sausage, she still had another left and the heaping serving of mashed potatos.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Nice to meet you, Seria. I'm Oleg Kirrlov. Just call me Oleg. Or Kirrlov. Or whatever you prefer, really." Oleg shrugged, finishing his last sausage as he then begun to furiously spoon the rest of the potato mash into his mouth. After a few minutes of eating, he finished... Only to go and get some more, this time two sausages and about the same amount of potato mash as before, the sausages coated in grease and sauce. He then returned to eating.

"So, caught any pokemon yet? I took a trip to the mountains near my dorm, and I found this Swablu."

[Seria Floria]

The guy introduced himself as Oleg Kirrlov. Seria opted to refer to him by his last name, because it sounded nicer. Nodding, she was about to say something before he ravenously finished his meal and got up... promptly going to get seconds and coming back with more food. It looked to Seria like he was definitely a big eater, but maybe he was just very hungry. Nervously eating her own food very slowly, she shook her head when Oleg asked her if she caught any Pokemon yet. "No, I haven't caught any Pokemon yet, but I think I will go out and look for some after this. A Swablu... Aren't those the little bluebirds? I've seen a couple when my parents used to take me to various places for sightseeing." Seria answered the question as honestly and as politely as she could.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Yeah. To be honest, I did not even expect to catch anything. A few jocks from the nearby dorm just told me to climb up the mountain. I did not make it that far, so I simply turned back, and there it came, landing on my head." Oleg slowed down a bit on his eating, seemingly getting fuller now. He spun the mash around his fork, playing it with before he proceeded to consume it. He then reached for his glass, once more taking a long, hard sip of the milk, wiping his face and chin with the sleeve of his uniform.

[Chris Thyodor]

Having only just gotten back from my trip off into the graveyard, Chris had only just realized what actual time it was, and had been while he was on the way back... lunchtime... by the time he'd arrive, it'd certainly be a bit late, but better to arrive late than never at all. Wondering through the corridors while using the map that had been provided earlier on, it didn't take long for him to find his way to the cafeteria, and well, as far as he could see, it seemed as if it'd be forever before he eventually got a chance to eat.

After what felt like about fifteen minutes in line he finally got a chance to actually get some food... sausage and mash... seems simple enough, you'd have to be a maniac to find some kind of way to mess up something like this. Carefully taking several sausages and a decent amount of mash along with the beverage that was on offer, some kind of milk, probably moo-moo milk, since that's all it ever seems to be nowadays, Chris headed away to try and find somewhere to sit. eventually finding a table that wasn't completely full, one that only had two individuals at, Chris set down the tray and his beverage on the table, about a seat or so away from the two people who already where here, and simply sat down and began to eat in silence, not intending on speaking unless spoken to.

[Seria Floria]

Seria nodded as Kirrlov explained that he didn't expect to get anything, and that a Pokemon just appeared landing on his head, as if through some sheer serendipity. "Oh, that sounds quite fortunate," Seria simply said as she watched him pretty much gobble up his food while washing it down with the milk. Unfortunately she couldn't help but wince a little as she saw him clean his face and chin with the sleeve of his face. Wasn't that a bit dirty? In any case, her thoughts were interrupted when she saw a pale-haired fellow suddenly seat himself at the same table, though he was noticeably quieter and quite a distance away from the two. She turned his attention to him and tilted her own head.

"Uh... Hello?"

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg thankfully did not notice the wince, looking around as he then reached for some paper, wiping the stains from his uniform before throwing the paper to the nearby trashcan. He then turned his head to the newcomer. He furrowed his brows, his eyes quickly moving up and down on his figure. He grit his teeth slightly. He was not the one to judge by appearance, hell, his own looks were horrible enough, but for some reason he just did not like the looks of this guy. Tattoo on the neck? Check. Pale hair? Check. Seemingly silent and unwilling to do any contact? Check. If there was going to be a sobby story at any point here, Oleg would just leave.

"Heyo." That was the only thing he said to the boy before returning to his eating.

[Chris Thyodor]

Hearing the two people speaking and eventually speaking towards himself, Chris carefully put down his fork alongside the tray and turned towards the two, looking at the girl first, then at the boy. Trying to work out any information from first glance, Chris came to the conclusion the girl was probably from the Nature dorm, given the colour seemed to match that which was associated with it. Next was the boy, who... well... certainly wasn't the skinniest person around, but Chris wasn't going to come out and say that, what value would there be in insulting him? Anyway, given what he could tell, Chris presumed it was probably from the Bolt dorm, but then again, that was just an assumption.

Finally starting to speak, Chris didn't look either of them in the eye's, given it's a bit awkward to look two people in the eye's at the same time unless they're all lined up. "Hello... Nature, and Bolt... is that correct?" Chris spoke, glancing to first to the girl upon mentioning Nature, and then to the boy when mentioning Bolt.